The breeze hit your skin. You were in a situation where you felt nothing. You were tired. You stood in the balcony in silence.

The snow falling gently on you. Your eyes glistened in the moonlight. Your grip tightening on the railing. Barefoot. You shiver in the cold. You could hear the faint laughs of König and you—the memories clouding your brain.

Your hair flowing through the wind. Your feet dangling off the balcony. You hear the door open. “Schatz! I went to the—“ his voice full of joy, not knowing what you’re about to do.